The Curse of Millhaven (by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds) ggggg ggggg I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole town turn to gold It's about then that I use to go a-roaming Singing La la la la  La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die ggggg My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure didn't see them around here My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing La la la la  La la la lie Mama often told me we all have to die ggggg You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him next week in One Mile Creek His head bashed in and his pockets full of stone Well just imagine all the wailing and moaning La la la la  La la la lie Even little Billy Blake, he had to die ggggg Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door, his prize winning terrier The next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he burried her His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing La la la la  La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die ggggg Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little sense Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence Foul play can really get a small town going La la la la  La la la lie All God's children, they all have to die ggggg Then, in a cruel twist of faith, old Mrs. Colgate Was stabbed but the job was not complete The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning La la la la  La la la lie The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die ggggg Yes, it is I, Lottie. The curse of Millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all that foaming La la la la  La la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die ggggg Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil That if "bad" was a boot then I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going La la la la  La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die ggggg Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior hig school psychos Stinky bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going La la la la  La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die ggggg There were all of the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing La la la la  La la la lie Even twenty little children, they had to die ggggg And the fire of '91 that razed Bella Vista slum There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, landlords getting sued All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing La la la la  La la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die ggggg Well I confessed to all these crimes and then they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in La la la la  La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die ggggg Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy Singing La la la la  La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die La la la la  La la la lie I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine Singing La la la la  La la la lie Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine Singing La la la la  La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die   Note: Yo. If you are influenced by this song I've got one thing to say to you: COOL!!!!!  I hope you have fun on your future killing sprees and...uh...always use cornsyrup in mass quantities. Back to The Killer SCREAM Page ggggg Back to top